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October 30, 20XX - Night

The sound of rapping keystrokes filled the small room of the second story apartment. A light sigh escaped the woman's mouth as she read through the body of the email. She felt a warm flush come across her face as her eyes scanned over the text. She felt the warm spread from her face and down her curvy body.

"He is so terrible... but I love it when he talks to me like this," she said quietly to herself. Instinctively her thick thighs squeezed together and let out another sigh as she felt the throbbing intensify between her legs. She continued reading his text and nodded to herself as she sent her response. Following the orders on the screen, she rose from her bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. Her pale visage was still covered in a slight blush that intensified as she softly brought her hands to her large breasts and began kneading them.

"Slut... whore..." she muttered to herself as she felt her nipples stiffen beneath the black silk gown. Her pale blue eyes roamed her shapely body as she felt the dampness between her thighs grown. Keeping her left hand massaging, she trailed her right hand up her thigh shakily. Slowly she lifted the front of the gown and focused on her panties in the mirror. The white cloth clung damply to her sex as she squeezed her thighs tightly. Her left hand left her breast and held the gown while she trailed her fingers to the puffy mound. She let out a low moan as she traced the cleft through the cloth.

"I'm your dirty fat whore Daddy..." said nigh breathless as her finger worked in circles before sliding her finger below the waistband. She dragged her nails softly across the small bulge pressing through her lips before rubbing it directly. She felt her heart racing as her rubbing became quicker. She bit her lip as she locked eyes with herself in the mirror. Softly she slid her middle finger in between the lips before pushing into herself. She began gently thrusting the finger in and out of the dripping mouth between her thighs. She slid her index finger into her and moved it as well for what felt like forever. After some time she pulled her hand free from her sex. The moisture clung to her fingers as she once again locked eyes with herself. Softly she slid the fingers into her mouth, licking them clean.

"More..." she muttered to herself as she made her way to her dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, she moved the lingerie around grabbing the blue toy beneath. "I need more..." she mumbled as she sat with her back against her foot board facing the mirror. The carpet dragged roughly against her shapely ass as she obscenely spread her thick thighs. The wet fabric clung tightly to the puff lips beneath. She shakily grabbed the side of the panties and moved them to the side. Her pale lips were dripping steadily and had a blush, not unlike her face. She took the toy and kissed the tip looking at herself in the mirror as she rubbed the tiny nub of her clit. She moaned as she took the toy and licked the length of it before sucking on the head.

"Daddy, I need your cock..." she said quietly to herself before she softly started thrusting the toy in her mouth. Instinctively, she swayed and thrust her hips in unison with the toy in her mouth. Clear fluid dripped from her folds down to the carpet as her fingers rubbed circles. She gagged herself on the toy and shook as a light tremor shook through her sex. She pulled the toy from her throat and let out a light cough and brought the wet toy to her lower mouth. "Fuck me Daddy..." she mumbled to herself as she slid the toy into her throbbing hole. She began thrusting the toy in her hole as she watched the scene in the mirror.

The wet sounds of the toy started to grow more frequent as the speed of her thrusting increased. "Harder Daddy!" she screamed as a quake went through her body. She let out a yelping scream and bucked her hips to meet the toy. The puddle below her ass grew larger and she could feel the wetness dripping to the back of her panties. Panting hard she licked the mess coating the toy moaning. "More..." she mumbled again as she grabbed the waistband of her panties. Lifting her ass from the ground she slid the panties down from her legs. A light wetness dragged across her calf and coated the troll tattoo with a light sheen.

She panted, red-faced, as she looked in the mirror. The disgusting nature of her cravings caused her to drip even more. She spread her legs as far apart as possible and returned the toy to her throbbing fat cunt. She began thrusting it at a more moderate pace than last time as she turned the black knob on the base about halfway up. A low hum came from her dirty hole as the toy shook alive. She locked eyes with herself in the mirror rocking hard against the toy. Steadily she increased the toy increments. Moans escaped her throat at each level before the hum filled the whole room with a loud buzz.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped quickly as she violently stabbed the vibrator inside her. The head hit her cervix and she let out a yelp. "I love you, Daddy. I'm your filthy fat whore!" she said as she continued the assault on her pouring cunt and aching cervix. Yelps and screams filled the room as her hand's speed increase. Her hip movements caused her large breasts to bounce up and down. The straps of the bra fell down causing her nipples to instantly get erect in the cool air. She grabbed her left nipple with her free hand and pinched it roughly causing her to scream.

The wet sound of her hungry cunt grew in volume and frequency. She felt a warm rushing from her clit through her body. Violently she swung her left hand down and smacked her clit. A shriek escaped her mouth as she thrust her hips to meet the quick, violent, thrusts of the vibrator. She continued roughly slapping her clit and let out a shriek. "Daddy~!" she screamed as her whole body shook. Liquid flew from her pouring cunt and splattered across the mirror. She stared at herself in the mirror and sat with the toy in her. She steadily ground her cunt against it as small tremors continued through her body.

Panting, she lifted the gown off her head and discarded it on the floor. Her juices steadily dripped down the mirror as she pulled the toy from her cunt. From the mirror, she could see it was bright red and pulsing. A creamy liquid coated the toy this time. She leaned her head back and let it drip down to her tongue before trailing her tongue around it. Setting the toy down, shakily, she got on all fours and crawled towards the mirror. Moisture continued dripping from her filthy throbbing hole leaving little spots on the carpet. She could see clearly how red her face had actually become. A smile crossed her lips as she licked the liquid from the mirror. It tasted sweet and still warm.

Suddenly, she heard hissing and growling coming from the outside of her bedroom door. "Nuala, Nuada!" she said worriedly as she stood up quickly and sprinted to the door. Flinging it open she saw her two cats pacing in the hall staring down the hall into the empty living room. She moved to the living room with apprehension and let out a sigh of relief as she checked the door. It was still locked. The cats were still pacing and staring towards the room looking past her. They were meowing now, trying to communicate something she couldn't really understand. She shook her head and scooped the pair up in her arms. "Come on furbabies," she said to them with a cooing sound as she brought them to her room.

She decided she'd had enough excitement the night. She went to the bathroom to clean up and relieve herself. Afterward, she went back to her room and cleaned it as well. Throwing her clothes in the hamper, she picked up her toy and made her way to the dresser. She returned the toy to its home and pulled a fresh pair of underwear from the drawer. She bent over and pulled them up over her ass and then chose a different gown from another drawer and slid it over her head. She flipped the light off in the room and returned to her bed.

The cats made their way around the room and sat on her lap as she typed into her laptop. A smile crept over her face as she typed back to her Daddy. She was so glad that he was please and told him she was going to bed for the night. Closing the laptop, she climbed under her comforter and let out a sigh. Her cats curled up on both sides of her.

Her eyes felt heavy and she slightly fought to keep them open. Slowly her vision began to fade. As it did she barely made out a tall-hatted figure standing in front of the mirror. He had shoulder length wavy hair, large mutton chops, and a piercing stare. She tried to shake herself awake but was too tired. As the darkness engulfed her vision, she heard male voice speak in an English accent.

"It appears that there are more than Devils and Mischiefs active tonight."

October 31, 20XX - Dusk

The noise of other guests rang out around her and her roommate. Various shriek and crying, male and female, could be heard throughout the crowd.

"It's kind of boring this year," her roommate said looking about the crowd. "There doesn't seem to be any new actors this year, though."

"I'm just glad that the same actor is playing the Gravedigger," this year she said.

"Of course you are. I'm going to get some beer."

"You're leaving me?"

"I'll be over there," he gestured across path towards the food court.

"I want to go--"

"Then fucking go!"

"You're such a fucking asshole!" she spat at him before storming off into the crowd. He grumbled to himself and shrugged as he walked off. Rage marred her face as she trudged through the crowd towards the different attractions. "Been there before," she mumbled eyeing the dollhouse building. She scanned the areas around her. There were multiple signs lit up with stripes showcasing a carnival themed attraction. "That's new," she said to herself as she started making her way to the area.

There was a long line for tickets at the main entrance. She smirked as she adjusted the "full experience" bracelet on her wrist. She stepped up to the heavily tattooed man at the VIP entrance. He towered over her with rippling muscles beneath the black STAFF shirt he wore. She felt small and vulnerable as he called out to her approach,

"Living dead doll! Bracelet?"

"H-here," she said stepping up to him and showing him his wrist.

"Looks good, hon. Love the costume -- 'specially the cracked makeup" he said eyeing it.

"Thank you..."

He stepped aside and gestured for her to move through. "Oh, be sure to check out the freak show. They're really fucking good."

"I will. Thanks!" she said with a coy smile and made her way through. There were fires burning and various carnival dressed people wandering around. This attraction could have been the whole event by itself. Excitedly, she walked around taking in the sights. People were filing into the big top tent at the back. She shook her head and continued looking around. She came across a group of clowns doing their best to illicit some fear-laughs from the small crowd around them. They're pretty funny, she thought to herself as the slapstick Stooges-esque show went on. A roar of applause and laughing blared as they finished their bit and people placed money in a tip bag. The clowns passed out balloon animals and talked to the guests for a bit. Satisfied, she decided to make her way around some more.

The night sky began to darken as clouds rolled in across the blackness, obscuring the stars and moon. She stepped up to a building with a large hand-painted sign -- Wunderkammen. She let out a curious hum to herself as she stepped into the building. Her eyes widened at the exhibits. "Reminds me of House of 1000 Corpses," she said to herself as she stared at the Fiji mermaid in the case near the entrance.

"That's a classic. I've had that for almost forty years now," a deep voice echoed behind her.

"Jesus fuck!" she yelled turning around.

"Didn't mean to frighten you, miss," the older man said. He was tall, not as much as the ticket man, but she still had to look up at him. A slight smile was on his lightly wrinkled face. His cool grey eyes matched the salt and pepper of his stubble. He reached out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, my name's Jonathan Strand," the man said with a warm look in his eyes.

"V-victoria," she said as she reached out and gingerly held his hand.

"Beautiful name."

"Thank you..."

A chuckle escaped from his mouth as he firmly but gently shook her hand. He brought his hand up to his head and ran his fingers through the high and tight hair. The medium length in the front swooped down as he pushed it back behind his ears. He gestured at the displays.

"So, besides the merman, is there anything else that you like or have questions about?" Jonathan said as he produced a pipe from his pocket. He lit the pipe and let out a couple of puffs of smoke as he looked down at Victoria.

Her eyes scanned around the room and settled on the South American section of the museum. There was various ritual knives and jewelry. A stone mask hung as the center display of the Aztec portion. Victoria felt drawn towards it and stepped forward. She reached out her hand and stopped with a shudder at Jonathan's voice.

"Interesting artifact that is. Found it in England through a trader. My wife, bless her soul, and I worked out that it was a ritual mask from the Aztec religion. It was commonly worn by priests during their ritual sacrifices. I guess my anthropology degree was put to good use," he said with a puff from his pipe.

"Looks like a vampire," she said as she pulled her hand back from the statue.

"Many cultures have vampire myths, or something similar."

Victoria nodded as she looked over the rest of the display. Shrunken heads and other masks were also part of the collection.

"I got those on a tribal study in Peru. Some thieves broke into the village shortly before our scheduled visit and the headhunters got them."

"I thought shrunken heads were a Voodoo thing," she said gingerly touching the coarse hair and dried skin.

"Most people do - I blame Hollywood. They've only been documented in Peru and Ecuador. I do have some Voudon items over here as part of the Caribbean curiosities," he gestured at another display. "This section is a mishmash of the base religion as well as the denominations."

"A friend of mine got me some books on Louisiana voodoo after I mentioned I was reading about Baron Samedi."

"That is an interesting system. It's based off of Haitian Vodou. Very similar with some minor differences."

Various trinkets and skulls adorned the section. Artist depictions of the loa hung around the section and Victoria hummed lightly to herself before speaking up.

"Do you have anything British? My dad's side of the family is from England."

"I sure do," he said placing his free hand on her shoulder and guided her around the corner. "My wife, bless her soul, was from England too. We actually met while I was doing research in London for a presentation."

Victoria looked over the items. There were various photos of ghosts. A set of shears were boxed with some surgeon tools and a dark brown bottle labeled Morphium~.

"Supposedly that was the doctor-barber kit that a one Sweeney Todd used," Jonathan said through puffs of his pipe.

"Really?"

"I hope so. I spent a good penny on it!" he said with a chuckle and a wink.

A slight smirk crossed Victoria's lips as she looked at the other items. A set of silvered knives and surgical blades sat in a separate box labeled Jack. She nodded to herself as her eyes scanned different photos. A picture of Oscar Wilde and some photos of supposed faeries were among them. Her breath drew tight as she focused on one black and white photograph. Shakily she reached out and picked up the frame carefully.

The photo depicted a sullen looking man in maybe his twenties. His hair was short but at the back of his skull was a smaller more malicious looking face. She traced her fingers over the face mimicking where mutton chops and longer hair would be. Jonathan raised and eyebrow at her reaction and knocked his cached pipe on his boot before speaking.

"That's a photo of "The Man with an Extra Face". Completely fictitious might I add but his supposed name was Edward Mordrake. He was driven to suicide by supposed murmurs from the second face that only he could hear," he said gesturing at a couple of Penny dreadfuls on the display.

Victoria set the photo back and took a couple of steps back a bit shaken. That man last night, she thought to herself as a paleness took over her face. Jonathan shook his head lightly. Suddenly cheering and applause came from outside. Victoria stood in a daze looking at the photo on the shelf.

"Sounds like the freak show is starting. I hear it's pretty good this year," he said returning his pipe to his pocket as he walked back to the counter behind the register. "You should head out now if you want some good seats."

Victoria nodded and began to head to the door. "Oh, Miss Victoria, I'll be open late tonight if you want to finish looking around at the exhibits," Jonathan called out to her as he lifted a book off the desk - Faust.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Strand," she said as she left the shop. A heavy mist had rolled in and the air felt heavy in her lungs. She shivered slightly as she made her way to the lit torches to the freak show. The tent was lined with benches and a stage was set up at the back of the tent. The mist had entered the tent but thankfully rested only about ankle's height from the ground.

Victoria took a seat in the back left of the tent and watched as the set began. An older blonde woman with a slight German accent introduced the freaks and the show went on steadily. Victoria enjoyed the show and felt a slight shuddered and creeping feeling in the back of her head. She looked down and noticed the mist had risen up to her knees. A low rough English voice spoke up behind her softly.

"It appears the mischief maker is out with the freaks tonight." She froze in place and felt her head get light.

She began to speak in a low shaky tone, "Ed-Edward Mord-"

"Hush," the voice said as she felt a cold hand rest over her lips. The voice seemed to pulse in her head and not behind her. The mist began to get thicker where she couldn't see below her waist. The freaks were murmuring to each other about how it was getting difficult for the audience to see the show. Mordrake held her chin with his left hand as slid his free hand from the outside of her hip to the inside of her thighs. His fingers rested on the front of her waistband as the torches began flickering. Slowly he ran his fingers down the front of her mound above the dress.

A light murmur escaped her lips as the torches died out. The mist became a heavy green and had an ethereal light to it. "I'd like to add you to my collection but I think there are some better uses for this desiccated doll," Mordrake said to her as he cupped her roughly between her legs. He began rubbing in circles and a moan escaped Victoria's lips as the rough lace of her panties rubbed against her now throbbing clit. Through the heavy mist, a sudden realization came over her that she was alone with him. The world was empty except for the mist and them within the tent.

She instinctively spread her legs while she sat on the bench moaning under his touch. She felt her panties sticking to her dripping lips as he reached down and grabbed the front of her skirt. He brought it up to her waist as his other hand trailed into the front of the blouse. His cold hand kneaded her fat breasts roughly as his right hand grabbed the waistband of her panties. Her nipples hardened under his touch and a yelp escaped her lips as he pulled the panties tightly up between her labia.

"I've been dead for far too long," he said as he pinched her left nipple roughly.

Victoria moaned as his fingers slid into the front of her panties. His touch was ice cold as he trailed his fingers over her dripping slit. Roughly he squeezed her throbbing clit making her shudder and drip liquid immediately. She shook as he brought his hand from between her thighs and to her mouth. "Clean this mess up, whore," he demanded roughly.

As flush took over her face, she sucked her liquid from his fingers in a daze. Softly he thrust the two fingers in her mouth for a bit before removing them. "There's a better use for that filthy mouth," he said as he knocked the bench out from under her. She fell to the ground and let out a yelp and started to yell at him.

"You son of a-"

Smack.

The back of his hand struck her face and echoed out through the tent. Instantly she felt more warmth pulse from between her thighs as she looked up at his cold black eyes.

"Know your place whore," he said without his cold expression changing.

Victoria nodded and watched his hands as he undid the clasp of his pants. Amidst the tangle of coarse black hair was a thick uncircumcised shaft. A light musk came from the head as he curled his finger gesturing her to come forward. She softly bit her lip as she crawled up to him. Gingerly she reached out a softly stroked the shaft making the foreskin slide to and fro as she pressed her lips to it. This is my purpose, she thought to herself as she softly licked and kissed the head of it.

Mordrake looked down at her with a piercing gaze. Her pale blue eyes locked with his as she slid the head of his growing cock in her mouth. Softly she bobbed her head without breaking eye contact as she worked her tongue around and under the foreskin. She closed her eyes as she began increasing the speed of her head's thrust. She felt him touch the back of her throat momentarily before taking him all the way to the hilt. She felt his fingers curl in her long hair as she continued bobbing harder.

He wrapped her hair betwixt his fingers as he began thrusting to meet her face. Every time her nose pressed into his rough pubic hair she felt his balls smack against her chin. She felt a pulsing between her thighs and she began rubbing herself between her legs to the rhythm of the thrusts. Suddenly she felt the veins pulse in his large member and he roughly heads her head to his crotch. He ground his crotch against her face as she struggled to breathe. She began shuddering as her juices splattered in her panties. She felt thick globs work down her throat and she swallowed as fast as she could.

Mordrake pulled himself from her face and she inhaled deeply as he released her head. Saliva linked her mouth to his still erect cock. She lurched forward and began sucking roughly on the head as she stroked his cock. He grit his teeth as she massaged his balls. He panted lightly as she milked the last drop from his cock. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily as he returned his hand to her head. Once again he tightens his grip in her hair and then dragged her to the stage.

Victoria screamed from the pain as he threw her to her back on the wooden platform. Mordrake loomed over her as he moved up to the edge of the stage. "That is only a taste of the pain you'll receive tonight whore," he spat as he stepped up. Fear and exhilaration flooded through her body as she looked at his cold eyes and then down at his still hard cock. The purple head of it glimmered and dripped lightly with his intent. Mordrake's hands shot up the skirt of the dress and he grabbed the waistband of the panties. A loud ripping sound rang out as he tore the sticky fabric from her continuously dripping hole. He tucked the panties into his overcoat pocket then she felt his cold hand grab at her thick thighs.

He dug his nails into them as he pulled her closer to the edge of the stage. She felt her fat ass cheeks hanging slightly off the stage as he moved between her thighs. His cold hand held her roughly right above the knees on the back of her thighs as she felt the thick bulb of his cock rub against her clit. My roommate's cock is nowhere near that big... she thought as she felt the tip start to enter her. Mordrake pushed the head of his cock into her dripping hole and stopped.

"Oh God..." Victoria moaned as she felt her entrance stretch to accommodate him.

Mordrake shook his head and looked down into her eyes, "There are no gods where I'm taking you. Only monsters."

He punctuated the sentence with a thrust that buried his cock deep within her fat cunt. A shriek escaped her lips as she felt the cockhead hit her cervix and his balls smack against her thick ass. Tears began rolling down her face as he pulled out to where just the tip rested at her entrance. She felt a thick warmth coming from her as he continued his assault of pulling in and thrusting to the hilt. She began sobbing as the smell of iron and sweat filled her nose. His thrusting became faster and more violent and she started panting. She felt heat within her and she let out a shriek.

Thick heavy pulsing came from Mordrake's cock as she began shuddering fucking herself on his cock. Her hungry cunt milked him as she dragged herself across the stage making her ass slap against his balls. She gasped and leaned back panting. Mordrake released her legs as he stepped back and they began to hang over the stage. She felt thick liquid pouring from her hole and could hear it splattering in the dirt beneath her. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down.

Mordrake's cock still stood engorged covered in a slimy mess of red and pink. She ran her finger between her thighs and scooped up some of the mess of blood and cum. She winced before brought her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. She laid there panting as Mordrake stepped forward again.

"We're just getting started, doll," he said as he grabbed her by the throat. She gasped for air as he pulled her up to a standing position. She looked in his cold eyes with renewed fear and arousal. "Turn around," he ordered as he glared at her. Shakily she did as she was told. She felt his hand on the back of her head as he forced her face down on the edge of the stage. her waist bent at the edge as her feet dangled below her.

"E-Edward please..." she started.

She gagged as she felt Mordrake's right hand wrap around her throat from behind. "Silence whore," he spat as he lifted the back of her skirt with his other. Blood and semen stained the inside of the skirt. Her eyes widened and she gasped for air as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her puckered hole. Without testing, Mordrake began to forcefully ease the cockhead into her asshole. Victoria choked audibly as he pushed into her. He buried his cock all the way until his balls smacked against her clit and bloody cunt. "That was far more easier than the front," he snidely said as he let go of her throat.

She gasped for air and began moaning as he thrust in and out working his speed up slowly but steadily. "Fuck me... fuck me..." she murmured to herself as he got rougher and faster. Mordrake smacked her ass roughly as the sound of his balls smacking her cunt echoed in the tent. She felt herself fall into a haze and when she came to he was thrusting into her ass as hard as he did her cunt.

"That is three times whore," he growled at her. "Three times you cummed from your shithole compared to the once from your cunt."

A blush overtook her face in the haze. Daddy showed me how much I love to have that hole abused... she thought to herself. I hope Daddy is proud of his cumdumpster. She shook violently and shrieked as she felt Mordrake's cock swell to its peak again and throb. She began shuddering and then felt the familiar heat of his dominance take claim over her insides. She thrust back and much as she could as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her. Mordrake stopped suddenly as he finished filling her filthy hole with cum.

He pulled out and an audible plop came from her hole as his semen dripped from the gaping hole down to her cunt. It soothed the ache in her cunt. Mordrake pulled out a knife from his waistcoat and cut her dress from her back. She shuddered from the cold and stood up removing it from herself. "Turn around," he ordered.

She obeyed and tiled her head down softly panting. He held out the knife and lifted her chin with the blade. "The rest of the troupe is a bit pent up as well. You're going to be our whore, at least until the morning," he said as he sat on the stage next to her.

She nodded as she looked down at his cock. How is he still hard?! she thought to herself as he grabbed her jaw.

"Sit on it whore," he said as he brandished the knife in her direction. Victoria climbed up and squatted down feeling that welcome thickness in her ass again. Mordrake snapped his fingers loudly and through the mist, she made out shadowy shapes of his retinue. He grabbed her jaw and tilted her head back as he pressed the knife to her throat. "This is all you're good for", he whispered to her as she felt someone move between her legs. Mordrake tilted her head down. She watched as man after man and women wearing toys came up and abused her gaping lower mouth while she road Mordrake's cock.

The abused passed by in a haze and her filthy cunt dripped what felt like gallons of cum as the final shape loomed over her. Panic took over her face as she made out the large mass's face and for the first time in a while, she struggled against Mordrake. The towering clown stepped forward and locked eyes with her. Blood dripped from around his forehead from the scalp that he wore. He undid his pant and her eyes widened as she looked at his member. It wasn't long, about average size. However, the whole thing was thicker than Mordrake's fist holding the knife.

"Twisty here is the newest member of the Troupe," Mordrake said behind her and continued thrusting. She was breathing heavily as her ass continued to swallow his cock. "And as such, he gets to go last. Though he doesn't seem to mind one bit. Is that right Twisty?"

The monstrous clown remained silent and blinked once. Mordrake whispered in Victoria's ear as he stabbed the knife into the stage next to her, "He never was able to have sex in his life. You get to be his first." Mordrake grabbed Victoria's wrists to restrain her as Twisty stepped between her legs. He massaged her breasts roughly as he fumbled before excitedly forcing the massive tool into her aching hole. Victoria let out a shriek and brought her head forward.

Twisty bottomed out as he thrust violently into her fat stretched hole. Her face connected to his nose and he let out a growl as the grotesque prosthetic mask was knocked loose from his face. He snarled through his missing jaw as he roughly thrust into her. Panic took over Victoria, as did a sickening arousal. Brutally Twisty thrust into her, meeting Mordrake's pounding. Spittle splashed from his maw on her face as she felt a warmth coming from within.

She began to shudder and met both their thrusts as well as she could. As the orgasm washed over her she lifted up and away from Twisty. An ear-piercing shriek escaped her lungs as he tried to reposition and thrust into the same hole that Mordrake occupied. She felt hot immediately and felt the heat and darkness overtake her.

November 1st, 20XX - Dead of Night

Victoria hazily woke up aching all over. She was sitting on the bench fully clothed but hot all over. The freaks finished their show and a standing ovation occurred. Victoria clapped her hands dazed and looked around. The mist was back to ankle level. She leaned back and murmured to herself as she rubbed her stomach, "That was an interesting dream." She leaned back and rested her hands on the bench to her left and right. She felt something soften at her left hands. She looked down and found a half mask with a grotesque smile carved into it and a folded cloak with a top hat resting next to the mask. Atop the hat sat an envelope with a red seal on it. Shakily she broke the seal and read over the letter.

Keep these souvenirs of our time together. I will always be watching, doll. Keep out of Mischief - or don't.

Master E. Mordrake